Monthly Archives: November 2017

When a-fishing I will go, I will pull on my jeans, the ones that are too stained and tattered to wear in polite society; or maybe an old pair of paint-splashed cotton cargo pants, the ones with so many pockets that a search for my car keys becomes a minor expedition; or, if it’s chilly, […]

One evening a few years back Trout Boy (not his real name) and I were in a canoe on a sort of remote trout pond in northern Maine during the pond’s annual drake hatch. The drakes, a large species of Mayfly, were popping up on the surface of the pond after a desperate dash from […]